Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Lu Jianbang waved Dabao to sit down, his face serious: "Dabao, the Yu Qiuying murder case was a false accusation. An innocent person died unjustly. This incident has a huge impact, especially the people's trust in our police. It has plummeted.

I have already told the department leader about this matter. The leader means to investigate it thoroughly and will not tolerate any leniency. Guohua and I also have the same opinion.

But, my dear nephew, can you please calm down? You've been in office for three days, and you want to replace all the commune leaders? Did you know that a high-ranking official in HD District called me and said he couldn't afford to lose face. You can ask for anything, and as long as he can do it, he will definitely do it for you.

"Did the news spread so quickly? Did you find out right after the trial?"

"How could I not know? The driver was detained by Wang Tusheng, but the news has already spread. Otherwise, why would your uncle Wang and I come here? Aren't we afraid that you can't withstand the pressure from Yan Wenlong and Zhou Hu?"

Qin Dabao curled his lips. What pressure? He had no pressure. At worst, he could just be dismissed as director. It just so happened that he didn't want to do it. Every day was filled with rubbish. Anyway, if I'm not welcome here, I'll find another place. If I'm not welcome anywhere, I'll go home.

"What's with that expression on your face? Hurry up and get someone to prepare dinner. The criminal investigation team is going to arrest Cheng Jianming."

Zuo Mingyue stood up and said, "Uncle Lu, I'll go."

Qin Dabao called out: "Let's make steamed dumplings. They save effort, taste good, and satisfy your hunger."

Zuo Mingyue agreed and went out.

Lu Jianbang looked at Qin Dabao: "I heard about you and Zuo Mingyue..."

Qin Dabao was furious: "Who the hell is telling tales about me behind my back?"

"You, sit down right here, what are you telling me? I saw you riding a motorcycle with Zuo Mingyue that day, and I wanted to tell you that now that you've settled down, you should be nicer to others."

Qin Dabao was happy: "Of course."

Lu Jianbang angrily retorted to him: "Hold it back, look at you, quickly put your monkey tail back, if you continue to show off, you will be in trouble again.

I mean Zuo Mingyue's life story is very pitiful. If his father were still alive, his rank would be much higher than mine and your grandfather's. Unfortunately, the couple sacrificed their lives, leaving behind only an orphan girl. Her fiancé, who she had been engaged to since childhood, also died on the battlefield of the peninsula.

The passing of her loved ones one by one, coupled with the gossip outside, put her under great psychological pressure. A month ago, she took the initiative to ask to work in the public security department. The boss personally called me to arrange it. I originally wanted her to work in the firearms department, but you, a monkey kid, tricked her into coming to the countryside.

Now that you are here, you are responsible for everything that happens to Zuo Mingyue. Do you understand?"

Qin Dabao was silent, thinking about something.

Lu Jianbang kicked the leg of his chair: "I'm talking to you, do you hear me?"

Qin Dabao narrowed his eyes and looked at his uncle: "Uncle, you just called me a monkey tail twice, a monkey kid. I have to think about whether I should discuss this issue with my mother? Or with my grandmother?

Lu Jianbang's eyebrows stood up, Wang Guohua was happy, haha, this is all settled, Old Lu was angry, and was about to stroke this little bastard, he didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing this famous scene,

Lu Jianbang's eyes widened as he looked at Qin Dabao. Wang Guohua's hands were ready, ready to applaud and cheer at any time.

He watched as Lu Jianbang's eyes bent down and became crescents, and a smile appeared on his face. Lu Jianbang's next action almost made him fall off the chair.

Lu Jianbang put his arm around Dabao's shoulders and whispered in a flattering tone: "My dear nephew, I have good news for you. Your uncle will be back in the next two days. He left your grandpa on purpose. Let me tell you, your grandpa saved up a lot of cigarettes and alcohol for you. Your uncle also saved up some cigarettes for you and brought them back to you together. I asked your grandpa to save them for you. How about it, nephew? Is your uncle good to you?"

Qin Dabao was delighted when he heard this. Isn't this a good thing? From now on, the specially supplied cigarettes and alcohol can be eaten as meals.

"Well, okay, my uncle is the best to me. I deliberately forgot about calling me a monkey."

"Forget it, forget it. You're so young, why do you have such a good memory?"

Lu Jianbang secretly wiped a cold sweat, what a close call! He almost offended his sister, but he avoided a beating.

"Beep beep..." A car horn sounded in the yard. The three of them stood up and looked out the window. Two jeeps were parked next to Lu Jianbang's car.

"People from the Grain Bureau are here." Wang Guohua opened the office door and Lu Jianbang walked out first.

Six people got off the jeep one after another. They were all wearing cadre uniforms with four pockets. The first one was a middle-aged man of medium build and a little thin. He wore a pair of glasses and had a slicked-back hair. When he saw Lu Jianbang, he smiled and stretched out his hand from about ten steps away.

"Lao Lu, Lao Wang, why are you here?"

Lu Jianbang reached out his hand and shook his: "You, Director Chen, have come to this remote place, how dare we not come?"

This middle-aged man is called Chen Huaili. He is the director of the Beijing Grain Bureau. His status is half a level lower than Lu Jianbang, but he holds the lifeline of grain for the entire capital in his hands. He can be said to be one of the most popular figures in the capital.

Chen Huaili shook hands with Wang Guohua, turned around and introduced: "Old Lu, these are all people from our Grain Bureau, Office Director Jiang Zhonghe, Deputy Director of the Finance Department Wu Yiming, and Old Li from the Haidian Grain Bureau." The remaining two were not introduced, probably because they were just ordinary cadres and not worth mentioning.

"This is Director Lu and Director Wang of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, the leaders of our capital."

Lu Jianbang shook hands with them one by one. These people from the Grain Bureau were all smiling, nodding and bowing, and jokingly said that this was a high-ranking leader at the ministerial level, and it was a great honor for them to be able to shake hands with him.

Chen Huaili pulled Lu Jianbang aside and said with a wry smile: "Old Lu, I have to thank you for your reminder. Now is a critical moment for me. The department is preparing to let me take the next step. Once the Sijiqing incident happens, the impact will be too bad.

I had to handle this in a low-key manner and didn't even inform other leaders in the bureau, so I have to ask you to be kind and show some mercy."

Lu Jianbang knew what Chen Huaili meant the moment he saw him. He was trying to cover up the matter. This kind of thing would definitely be proven once it was investigated. If it was uncovered, the superiors would be furious, and Chen Huaili's position as deputy minister would definitely be in jeopardy. In the officialdom, one step wrong would lead to every step wrong, especially the hurdle from bureau level to ministerial level, which blocked the advancement of 99% of leading cadres. Chen Huaili would never dare to let this matter escalate.

Moreover, it was Lu Jianbang who called him personally about this matter. How could Chen Huaili dare to neglect it? This was why he came to press the matter personally. No one else could do it.

Lu Jianbang put his hands behind his back and was silent for a moment: "Old Chen, I understand what you mean, but Cheng Jianmin is involved in a murder case. I will deal with him for this reason. You can handle the rest. How about it?"

Chen Huaili smiled and took Lu Jianbang's hand and shook it vigorously: "Thank you, thank you for your support, brother."

Lu Jianbang also smiled and said: "This is also your good luck, Old Chen. The police station chief who dug up this case is my nephew. I talked to him and the matter was resolved."

"Oh? Your brother's nephew? Your biological nephew?"

"Of course, Dabao, come here."

Qin Dabao walked over and Chen Huaili was very surprised. He thought Dabao was just an ordinary policeman or a driver, but he didn't expect that he was actually the director of a police station. The key point was that Qin Dabao's little face and age were too deceptive.

Of course, Chen Huaili would not take the director of a small police station in a commune seriously at all, but it was different for Lu Jianbang’s nephew.

"What a handsome guy, so young? This really proves that heroes emerge from youth."

Qin Dabao saluted: "Hello, Director Chen."

Chen Huaili laughed: "Why call me Director? Just call me Uncle Chen. You are a very energetic young man. Don't worry, the grain station will fully cooperate with the work of the police station in the future." This is to tell Dabao that if you need anything in the future, just go to the grain station to get it.

Qin Dabao smiled shyly: "Actually, Qi Tianle, the deputy director of the grain station, is very supportive of the work of our police station."

Chen Huaili was a smart man and immediately understood what Dabao meant. He turned around and called out, "Lao Jiang, Lao Li, come here for a moment."

"Hey hey." When the two heard the director's call, they immediately walked over quickly.

"Old Li, the position of stationmaster of Sijiqing Grain Station will be taken over by Deputy Stationmaster Qi Tianle. Go back and get the documents."

The Sijiqing Grain Station is under the jurisdiction of Haidian, and a small stationmaster cannot reach the level of the municipal bureau. Director Li hesitated for a moment, and Chen Huaili's eyes widened and he snorted.

Director Li shuddered for a moment, then quickly put on a smile and said, "Yes, yes." It can be seen that Chen Huaili is an extremely strong person.